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“I know, honey. Go to bed. I think you’re emotions are
churning and sleep will help.”

Ginger hugged her. Turning her, her mother slapped her
bottom lightly and gave Serena a push to the kitchen door the way she used to
when Serena was a young pup.

“Good night, Mom.”

“Good night, sweetie.”

Serena hoped a good night’s sleep really would heal whatever
ailed her. She was too tired to think straight anymore.

* * * * *

Damien leaned on the balcony railing outside his bedroom and
took a swig of beer as he considered the distant mountains. She was up there.
Waiting for him.

No. To be fair, she wasn’t
waiting
. She was hiding.
Avoiding him. But he could sense her. Her fear. Her uncertainty. So rather than
chasing her tonight, he’d decided to wait until morning. To give her some time
to process what had happened between them. After all, it wasn’t every day a
wolf found his True Mate.

Every day? Hell, it didn’t seem to happen very often at all.
His parents had been Chosen Mates until they were killed in a car accident when
he was a kid. His older sister, who had all but reared him after they were
gone, had selected a Chosen Mate too, but she’d loved Diarmid until her
untimely death. Now Damien had no one. No one but that prickly, volatile female
hiding in the mountains.

God, he wanted her.
Needed
her. Ached for her. Craved
her touch. To feel her soft skin. Hear her breaths in his ear. He wandered into
his bedroom and closed the balcony doors. As he stripped and climbed into bed,
his gaze returned to the mountains still visible in the moonlight. He’d never
been a romantic wolf. Sex was sex. Hot, intense and done. But not this time.
And never again.

“We aren’t done, Serena,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
“I’m coming for you, honey. I’ll always come for you. That’s what True Mates
do.”

* * * * *

Fingers brushed over the curve of her breast, making her
shiver in anticipation. She opened her eyes and he was there. Just as she knew
he would be. His dark eyes sparkled in the moonlight from the open window.

“Damien…” she breathed. Serena lifted her hand to brush a
lock of black hair off his forehead. Tracing a path along his brow. Over his
cheek and jaw.

He lowered his head, taking her lips as if starved. Open.
Wet. Yet surprisingly tender. When she expected him to take her deeper, he
lifted his head.

“Why did you run, love?” Lines deepened between his brows,
his full lips turned down. But in his gaze she saw pain. Almost as if she’d
betrayed him by leaving.

No. She didn’t want to talk. No emotions. She just wanted to
feel his touch. Pulling him against her, she recaptured his mouth, trailing her
tongue along his full lips. Stroking his firm body. Learning his muscles with
her fingers the way she’d been denied when they’d Mated.

“It won’t go away, Serena,” he murmured, kissing her
earlobe.

“But we don’t need to worry about it now. Make love to me.”

Their gazes dueled and finally he sighed and nodded. Almost
resigned. And she stiffened.

“If you don’t want to, no one’s forcing you.”

“Oh, I want you. I’ll always want you, Serena.” He chuckled,
some of his arrogance returning. “But we’ll talk…soon. And you’ll tell me why
you ran. Just not tonight.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but he prevented it with a
kiss. Just a kiss and she was lost. Lost in him. In them. Their tongues twined
as they embraced each other. She sighed into his kiss as she felt the prickle
of the hair on his legs tease hers.

He lifted his head, staring down at her. “Mine.”

“No, mine.” She laughed, lunging up to nip his neck while
she caressed his broad shoulders. “You belong to me, Damien.”

He cupped her cheek in his palm. “We belong to each other.”
Dipping his head, he dropped a soft kiss onto her mouth. “Forever.”

Serena knew his promise should scare her, but right
here…right now…she could only feel her heart clench with joy. Flutter with an
emotion she never thought she’d feel—love.

“Yes,” he purred as if she’d spoken aloud.

Again she opened her mouth to deny what he thought he knew,
but he chuckled and kissed her silent and she let him, arching under the caress
of his large hands as they blazed a path over her breasts and down to her
belly. With his knee, he nudged her thighs wider and he cupped her pussy. One
long finger slipped between the damp folds, finding her clit.

“More,” she moaned, spreading her legs in encouragement.

His warm, deep chuckle sent a shiver through her. His fingers
dipped into her wet pussy. Sliding inside to spread her moistness. A slow glide
designed to drive her out of her mind. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around
his hips, reeling him in. Wanting him inside her.

“Not yet, love. Not yet,” he groaned.

She felt his breath tease her tight nipple and forced her
eyes open. He flicked the tip of his tongue over and around the tip while he
picked up the pace of his penetration of her cunt. His fingers took her deeper,
his thumb strumming her taut quivering clit. How did she let him take control
again? It was like he ruled her in bed, but she wanted to give as good as she
got.

“This isn’t a war. It’s a dance, so giving yourself to me is
a gift, Serena.” He sounded…worshipful. She forced her eyes open while he took
her higher, thrusting onto his fingers. Their gazes met…melded. “Come for me,
love. Come now.”

Just like that, she shattered. Pleasure radiating from her
clit and her pussy through her entire being until she lay gasping in his arms.
She met his gaze again…a gaze filled with wonder and possession.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.”

“I’m not beautiful, Damien,” she scolded, looking away.

He gently cradled her cheek in his large hand and turned her
face back to him. “You’re the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen.”

Her belly fluttered and she blinked away tears at the tender
tone in his voice and the softness in his gaze. She shook her head.

“You’re just flattering me, Damien, but you don’t have to.
I’m already in your bed.”

“Don’t you get it yet?” he growled, looming above her.

“Get what?”

“We’re True Mates, Serena. Destined Mates. Tied together for
life.”

“No. We can’t be…”

If she belonged to him, she was already lost. She’d become
some sort of Stepford bitch. One who said “Yes, dear” to whatever pronouncement
he made and she’d lose her soul in her desire to please him. The female she
was—Serena—would be gone forever.

“We’re Mates, love, and it’s an amazing gift.” He dropped
soft kisses onto her lips…her jaw…her cheek.

Why did he have to go all mystical and romantic on her? She
had no defense so she shook her head in silent denial, snaking her arms up
along his shoulders, pulling him close. Kissing his neck, his muscled chest. He
groaned, words cut off by the immediacy of her touch. She threw her thigh over
his hip and pushed him onto his back, climbing onto his rock-hard body.

Serena looked down at him. His warm smile melted her heart.
Made her feel all weak and soft. She pushed the feelings away. Later. She’d
think about it later. Instead, she lowered her head to trail her long gold hair
over his face then dipped lower to give him a quick kiss. Her clit was nestled
at the base of his thick cock, so she began to rock above him, sliding the
tight bundle of nerves along the back of his shaft to tease them both while she
stared into his dark eyes.

A rumble escaped from his throat. Not quite a growl…not
quite a purr. Something animal and distinctly Damien. One large hand settled at
her waist, guiding her while she tortured them both with a slow, smooth glide.
With his other hand, he palmed her round breast, using his fingers to pluck and
pinch her tight nipple.

“Yes…” she breathed. She set her hands on his shoulders for
balance to increase her speed.

“That’s it, honey.”

He tugged her nipple. She threw back her head and gasped.
Damn it. He was doing it again. Even though she was on top, he was still
controlling her. Playing her body like an expert. She paused as she reached the
top of his cock, rising a bit higher she reached down to grasp his shaft. Then
she lowered herself onto him. Just as she placed him at her entrance and he
thrust his hips to get inside, she lifted off him. No…this was going to be her
game. Serena in control.

She lowered again, easing the tip of his cock into her cunt
before pausing to rise above him once more. Down—engulfing just the head—then
up again. She tempted him with her hot wetness before stealing it away…over and
over she played him, smiling as his hips lifted to give chase, but each time
she escaped. He gave her a warning growl and her eyes rose from where their
bodies touched in order to meet Damien’s commanding gaze. She almost dropped
her eyes submissively, but held on at the last instant. Staring him down while
she continued her determined torment. In…out… Then she used the top of his cock
to pleasure her clit, rolling her hips to rub her clit against the head of his
cock, moistening him with her juices.

“Just fuck me,” he growled.

“Not yet.”

She leaned forward to kiss his neck…his shoulder…his chest.
Then she tongued his nipple. With a cry, he arched off the bed and thrust deep
into her. He pulled her tight against him and rolled her to her back.

“My game now, love,” he murmured in her ear.

Serena stared up at him, shivers coursing through her body.
She’d never had a male take control this way. She thought she’d hate it, but it
was a total turn-on. She was wetter now than she’d been when she’d been on top.
But she wasn’t going to let him have his way entirely. She might be on the
bottom, but she could still exert some control of the situation.

Serena wrapped her legs around his waist, getting a good
grip on him, before grasping his torso with her arms. Her fingers dug into the
muscles of his back and buttocks.

“Your game?” She nipped his neck. “Are you sure?”

His scent perfumed the air around her and she breathed deep
so she could memorize it while she rubbed her breasts against his chest.

“My game. And yes, I’m damn sure.”

He withdrew halfway. She expected him to surge back inside.
Expected it. Yearned for it. Opened for it. But he just hung there. Half
in…half out. When she tried to raise her hips, he held them on the bed. Then he
withdrew completely, slipping his slick cock along the folds of her sex,
trailing his length up and down her slit. The steady stroke along her trembling
clit had her gasping for breath in no time. Soft little moans escaping her
lips.

“That’s it, Serena. Come again.”

She fought to get him inside her with no luck. Instead, he
continued to tease. Driving along her—every stroke taking her higher as he used
his body to excite her. He groaned and strained, but he had iron control. She
moaned when he lowered his head to her breasts, suckling a nipple into his
mouth. The suction went straight to her clit…her cunt…and she sobbed. Her cunt
ached with emptiness. Yearned to be full of him, but she wouldn’t beg. Not
again. He’d gotten her to beg once but she wasn’t going to give him that
satisfaction again.

He lifted his head, frowning at her. “I want the pleasure to
be ours. To share it.”

She shook her head. He wanted to own her. To turn her into
mindless mush in his arms and unfortunately, he was succeeding. She clenched
her fingers into his muscles, her legs tightening around him of their own
accord.

“Fuck me, Damien. No more teasing. Just take me.”

He looked as if he wanted to say something then he paused,
pressing his lips together. He pulled back and eased his cock into her, pausing
at the entrance. She stared into his eyes as her cunt clenched, trying to draw
him deeper. The pause seemed to last for all eternity…until he began the long,
slow slide into her wetness, all the while he held her captive in his gaze. His
eyes held a mixture of possession, pride and adoration. All three emotions
would normally have annoyed the hell out of her, instead she melted. Touched by
what she saw. She mewled softly when he hit bottom—so deep inside her they
almost became one.

“I love you, Serena,” he whispered as he withdrew from her
just as slowly.

She covered his lips, silencing him—stopping the emotions
that would be her undoing—and this time he let her. He kissed her back, his
large palms caressing her hips…her waist…her shoulders. Cradling her close as
he dropped soft kisses along her throat. She rose to meet his thrusts, gasps
escaping her lips. Serena held him tight as their slick bodies met and forged
an alliance she knew she’d be powerless to escape. They strove together for
pleasure and she opened to him. Accepting him. Wanting even more.

“Oh Damien,” she moaned, her fingers pressing into the
muscles of his back. “Harder. Please.”

His hips answered her request. Taking her deeper. Harder.
Faster. Yet, his touch was gentle. As if she were as fragile as fine china.
Serena arched. Strained toward him. Her body wound tighter and tighter. Higher
and higher. God…so close.

As he groaned, a drop of his sweat fell onto her breast. She
opened her eyes and their gazes met and held. He gave his hips a little roll,
and that was all it took. She surrendered, giving him her orgasm. Shuddering
with a release that stole through her like a thief. Taking all her sense. All
her defenses against him. Her cunt and nipples clenched, drawing a strangled
sob from her. On and on, she rode the wave of pleasure that he gave her.

“Come for me, Damien,” she moaned, wanting him with her.
Right down in it. And he responded, as if her request was the one thing he’d
been waiting for.

His hips jerked, and she felt him shoot into her hot, wet
channel. Giving her his essence. His very soul. Then he collapsed on her, his
breath teasing her damp neck. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, and she
forced her eyes open to meet him. He smiled at her…gentle…tender.